I love scary stories. I love horror movies. I love Halloween. When unexplained things started happening in our new home, I immediately concluded that it was a GhOo0OoOOooOosT!!

I've never experience anything like this before, and even though I'm a total goofball, I know that generally, I'm a very rational 30-year-old woman. So take this with a grain of salt. It's all in good fun.

The first day I was all alone in the house, I started thinking that I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Flashes of lights and shadows. I never ever had that sensation at my old place. It happens from time to time, but not this often. It was like every 10 minutes that I was turning around looking for something or someone behind me. When Brad got home that night I asked him if he was experiencing the same thing. He told me no, and that I was being retarded.

He remained a skeptic until a few weeks ago.

The day after Halloween, Brad, our cat Bailey, and myself were in the kitchen and we heard a huge BANG. One of the night tables in the bedroom had fallen over.

It had fallen over face first. The lamp was on the floor about 6 feet away, unplugged from the socket. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

I usually work from home, so the following workweek I was home alone with the cat all day. I would hear strange bangs, dishes shifting in the kitchen, and knocks on the walls.

Bailey's shitbox is in the basement but he REFUSED to go down there. He would just poop and pee on the floor upstairs. One time I tried to carry him downstairs and he panicked, started squirming and crying and clawing at me to put him down so he could run back upstairs.

Brad's sister brought her new dog over one Saturday afternoon. She had him for 3 days. He's a total sweetheart. We're chilling in the basement when the dog starts growling and barking at a corner. "I've never heard him do that before."

One night the lights in the bathroom went out and we had to rewire them. I don't know how any of that shit works, but Brad was very confused as to why they all went out at once. Even HE said it was weird.

In early November, I took a photo of Brad wearing a Snuggie. (PS - We have 3 Snuggies. Suck it.)

Do you see the face under his armpit? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. I've checked the whole area where the face appears and I can't find any explanation. FREAK-AY!

About a week later, Brad shoves me awake at 6am. "The TV is on full blast." It was absolutely BLARING, I don't know how it didn't wake me up. So I shuffle to the living room to shut it off. I was all groggy and I didn't want to turn on the light to look for the remote so I just pressed the power button on the TV. Later that morning I go and investigate. The remote is on the coffee table, under my camera bag. So even if Bailey was fucking around in there, he couldn't have turned it on by stepping on it. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

A few days later I was chopping onions on the kitchen counter and the cupboard in front of me opens and a plastic water bottle falls off the top shelf and right onto my head. Ouch. Also: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

In late November, I'm lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. Brad is passed out. All of a sudden I hear him shudder. A deep, almost violent, involuntary shudder. He's propped up in bed, eyes wide open, looking straight out our bedroom door. He tells me he just had a dream where he was lying in bed looking out the bedroom door when a blonde woman in her early 30's walked by our door down the hallway. Then she turned back and stood in front of our door, and looked right at him. She didn't look happy. Then he woke up.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!

Nothing has happened since Brad's dream. Bailey is fine with peeing downstairs now and he even comes to chill with us down there when we're watching movies. No more bangs or knocks and nothing has fallen on my head. Much of the phenomenon that I've experienced can be attributed to a Poltergeist (things falling over, noises) but a Poltergeist is energy attached to a person, not a place. My theory is that there is SOMETHING in this house, and it was disturbed by us moving in. It's just taken a little time to get used to us.

PS - I still don't like to go downstairs by myself.

PPS - I know there's probably an explanation for everything that's happened but it's way more fun to pretend there isn't.